Inspectah Deck S.I. текст песни, слова песни S.I. Inspectah Deck
Inspectah Deck - S.I.
Big city dreams, O's of sticky green
Two hundred dollar kicks, Four hundred fifty jeans
Whippin sick machines, Six digit the CREAM
Quick riches, Dick bitches, Sixteen with the beam
Fifteen on the team, Hit the scenes with the lean
Jim Beam on the fiends, Trick CREAM, Fling with Jamean
Big Kings with things, Split wigs on the scene
Spit liquor, Sick spitter, No glitter no gleam
Ain't no mud on my name, No front in the game
Still struggle, Will bubble, Real stuck in my ways
Hill hustle for change, I came up from the grain
Stay cakin, They hatin, It's nothin to bang
Stay stuck on the slang, Most of em are lames
They'll buckle, They'll fold for a couple of dames
Me crushin your game, Just nothin to gain
We're not one in the same, Dope man pumpin your veins
[Chorus x2: Inspectah Deck]
We ride, (We roll) We live, (We bold)
We high, (We know) We fly, (We gold)
We glide, (We flow) We wise, (We pros)
S.I., You know how we do it
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